Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

"After dinner, go see your grandfather." Song Sanshun pointed to his niece's rice bowl: "It's not good to be a guest at someone else's house and have leftover food."

Chang'an was so embarrassed by what his uncle said that he immediately picked up the rice in the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing that the bowl was as clean as new, he said to Zhang Tu: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang Tu, I have to leave."

Zhang Tu stirred the tea in the copper pot with a spoon, "Wait a moment, drink the tea before leaving."

So Chang'an and his uncle and aunt drank another bowl of rock sugar and red date tea cooked by Uncle Zhang Tu.

After walking out of the house, Chang An lay on his aunt's shoulder and waved to Uncle Zhang Tu: "Uncle Zhang Tu, stay."

Zhang Tu also smiled and waved, then suddenly thought of something and said, "Chang'an, it's better to use molds to make clay dolls in the future. That can save a lot of time."

Changan opened his eyes wide: "What is a mold?"

"It's like a mooncake mold. You press the clay into it and take it out to form it."

Zhang Tu said: "Let your family make the mold first, it will save a lot of trouble in the future."

Chang'an then remembered his aunt's mold for making mooncakes. He put the dough into it and pressed it firmly. When it was poured out, there would be patterns on it.

"Thank you Uncle Zhang Tu. When I finish it, I will give you a big Dragon King statue." Chang'an gestured with his hands to draw a big cake for Zhang Tu.

Zhang Tu smiled: "Okay, Pindao, I'm just waiting for your big dragon king statue."

Leaving Xiangyun Taoist Temple.

On the way, I met Song Laoliu's family and Song You's family squatting on the roadside.

Song Sanshun said sheepishly: "Chang'an went to the back of the hall to get some food and kept you waiting."

Song Laoliu scratched his head: "I saw it, so I didn't go there."

The Taoist temple is so big that the front hall does not necessarily have to go to the back hall. He saw Song Sanshun and his wife sitting in someone else's thatched cottage, so he didn't go over to disturb them.

Several people returned to the market and walked to Song Baqi's burden.

There were still so many straw insects hanging on the burden, but there were quite a few children watching.

Chang'an got down from her aunt's arms, ran to her grandfather and asked, "Grandpa, how many have been sold?"

Song Baqi lowered his head in shame: "I sold five and got five cents. The person who collected the market tax just came and handed it over again."

Chang'an sighed like a little adult, pulled out a few straw insects from the burden and started shouting: "Who wants to buy insects? One is two cents, two are only three cents!"

In the storybook she read about Little Goldfish, that's what the vendor called him.

"Eh? Didn't you get one penny just now? Why did you get two penny in the blink of an eye?" A young man was unhappy and stepped forward to accuse: "It's dishonest in business! Who dares to buy your stuff?"

Chang'an blinked and said, "I got it from my grandfather. Of course I have to earn a penny to do it. Aren't all the hawkers selling one penny for two penny?"

The young man was speechless.

He glared at the little doll: "You are so cunning at a young age, I won't buy it from you!"

After that, he threw two pennies to Song Baqi, picked out a grasshopper and a grass dragonfly and left.

Song Baqi:

Song Sanshun looked at the straw braid in his little niece's hand and was enlightened. He also pulled a large handful from his father's burden and squatted near the stall to sell: "Grasshopper! Two cents for one! You can buy two for three cents!"

Song Laoliu and Song You looked at each other.

Jin Osmanthus covered her mouth and smiled: "Look how smart Chang'an is, little hoe, you should learn more from the master."

He turned to Sister-in-law Qian and Mrs. Wu and said, "Let's go shopping elsewhere and let him and his wife sell grasshoppers here."

Wu nodded and picked up her little niece.

She also wanted to buy some pieces of linen to make summer shirts for her husband and niece, and, um, a robe for her brother.

Chang'an was lying on his aunt's shoulder, holding a few straw worms in his hand, his two big eyes rolling around.

Everywhere she went, people asked her where she bought the green straw worms. "It's over there. Go quickly. It's very cheap. Many people are buying it." Chang'an replied enthusiastically.

A group of people were shopping while shopping, and then had a bowl of wontons at a wonton stall.

Chang'an was full and couldn't eat anymore after just one taste.

Alas, she wished she had a belly like an old cow, so that she could eat a lot of things.

Chang'an found that when he and his group were eating wontons, there were many dirty beggars standing nearby and watching. They all had sunken cheeks and their eyes were fixed on the bowls in the hands of the diners, eager to come and snatch them away.

Some diners lamented: "These are all from other villages. Alas, it has not rained for more than a year. If this continues, the world may be in chaos."

"Who says it's not the case? Our town is pretty good. There was a bald man who led everyone to look for water. He dug dozens of wells at once and barely planted the land. But other towns were in a miserable state. I heard that many families were in trouble. Ran away."

"Can they escape?" A diner shook his head: "Now the inspection departments in various townships have begun to intercept and arrest people on the road. Whenever they see refugees, they will be arrested and sent to the official."

Once these people fall into the hands of officials, they will either be sent to the frontier or sold as official slaves. It is miserable to think about it.

Chang'an's eyes fell on the naked man, his brows furrowed.

They were so pitiful. Some of the children were older than themselves, but as skinny as little monkeys.

She looked up at the sky again.

The sun was shining brightly and there wasn't even a cloud in the sky.

The little goldfish said that rain is the transformation of clouds, and clouds are formed by water vapor rising from the ground.

Since the ground is short of water, the sky must be cloudless. If there are no clouds, there will be no rain.

Without rain, farmers cannot plant their fields and harvest food.

Without food, they will all starve to death.

If they are not willing to starve to death, they will definitely rob other people's food.

Chang'an thought of his little cousin's words again.

She said that during the three-year drought, refugees would break into the village to steal food and burn down the houses.

Chang'an hugged her aunt and said anxiously: "Aunt, let's go home quickly."

Auntie, Mrs. Qian and the others bought a lot of things, including food. Changan was worried that someone was watching his group.

"Okay, just in time to see how your uncle and grandfather are doing." Wu put the basket on her back and hugged Chang'an.

Aunt Qian and Jin Osmanthus' families just finished eating and left the wonton stall together.

When I found Song Baqi's stall again, I saw that most of his straw insects had been sold.

Wu walked up to Song Sanshun and whispered: "Let's go back early. There are many refugees gathering at the market. It's not safe on the road late."

Song Sanshun looked at the sky and nodded: "Okay, I'll go set up the car."

Song Baqi looked at the remaining straw and wanted to sell it for a while, but his son and the others were leaving, and he couldn't stay for long.

A group of people got on the bullock cart and walked back slowly.

Song Baqi counted the copper coins and said to his granddaughter with a smile: "Chang'an, my grandfather earned more than 300 yuan today. I will go to the market tomorrow to buy pig trotters for you to eat."

"Yes." Chang'an nodded and said seriously: "Grandpa, when I learn better-looking straw knitting, I will teach you, and you will be able to earn more money in the future."

Song Baqi was curious: "Who is Chang'an going to learn from?"

"Yuyu." Changan looked at the small seedlings in his palm.

When she learns the straw weaving skills, it is estimated that Xiao Miao Miao will have another leaf.

Xiaoyuyu also said that the more leaves, the more stable his mind, the stronger his memory, and the greater his strength.